Today dawned grey but improved steadily and by the time the duck race was due to start it felt positively summery. People walked from Parwich across the fields, others biked and some drove. The children played happily in or near the water and the adults basked in the warm sunshine.
At 2pm this afternoon three hundred plastic ducks were launched just above the ford; the journey was not straightforward as most seemed to head straight for the banks and had to be encouraged back into the flow; the fastest seemed to be those that keeled over and floated on their sides (there might even be a moral there).
The three winners were the first to reach the second of two nets stretched across the stream below the ford crossing, where Carl stood in his wellies waiting patiently to identify the first three through. They didn’t just have to get there, they had also to float through a hole in the first net to be caught by the second.
Strangely the second duck to make it through happened to belong to the organiser, Mick, but as he was nowhere near the finishing line there could be no question of foul play. Strangely too, I didn’t win a prize. Normally I seem to but maybe 2011 will not be my year. Each duck cost £1, and the whole idea was to raise money to finance the St George’s Day parade later in the month. So, £300 raised and a lot of fun enjoyed into the bargain…